The phantom array is no stranger to Zhang Yiyang, but the phantom array in this Xuan Pagoda is different, and the degree of realism almost makes his scalp tingle when he thinks about it.

Looking at the enchanting tide in front of him, the man could only swallow his saliva and pretend to close his eyes, but he couldn't help but believe it.

He thought that his concentration was strong enough, but he found that he and Ben could not control their primitive desires.

"What a shame! I feel disgraceful to be with you!"

Hei Yuan couldn't help but remind him again, because Zhang Yiyang, the kid, couldn't stand it again, took off his shirt and rushed over.

Hei Yuan's voice was sarcastic, but it still pulled Zhang Yiyang back from the brink of life and death.

In addition to being embarrassed, he had to solemnly remind himself, you are a waste, when did you lose this concentration?

The men in the Xuan Pagoda were entangled again and again, and everyone outside the Xuan Pagoda was speculating, what did this kid encounter in the Xuan Pagoda? But the answer can obviously only be revealed after the other party comes out.

Breaking through the illusion of the water tide, Zhang Yiyang once again entered another illusion array, this person is quite familiar, but it is impossible to have any relationship with her, yes, this woman is Qingyou.

With a cold face and a jasper-like temperament, he was stupid at this moment!

Qingyou stepped forward and caressed his face with one hand, this movement was very slow and gentle, but it made ripples rise in Zhang Yiyang's heart.

"Am I beautiful?"

"Beautiful!"

The mechanical nodded, and the wooden answered.

Then he stretched out his hand tremblingly and grabbed Qingyou's jade hand, Qingyou's hand was cold, but there was a happy smile on his face.

Zhang Yiyang dragged the other party into his arms, hugged Qingyou hard, and muttered to himself, "Actually, I've always liked you!"

The latter just chuckled, that is, he didn't answer, and he didn't speak, but suddenly, Qingyou's face changed, his ghostly eyes shone brightly, and he opened his mouth and bit Zhang Yiyang's neck.

The latter was clever, broke free from the other's embrace, and shattered the opponent's body with one palm.

The cold sweat on his back and the calmness of his brain made Zhang Yiyang recover as before, this time he did not rely on Hei Yuan, and in the last second, he defeated his own thoughts.

Just like that, no matter who it was, he gritted his teeth and reminded himself that this was an illusion, and true love should be put in the heart and should not be manifested in action.

Xuanta did not stump his footsteps, and the growing soul in the sea made Zhang Yiyang even more convinced that it should not be too far from a breakthrough.

In the tower, desolate and compassionate, I experienced the loneliness, the endless gray-brown desert, without any sound, not even his reflection at all.

Walked aimlessly like this, without direction, he thought he was moving forward, but he had already deviated from the straight line, until he was exhausted, Zhang Yiyang sat on the ground and gasped violently, he roughly estimated the time, at this time he was in the tower, and it should have been three days.

But in the picture, it is still the same as when I first entered, there is no end in sight, there is no way to retreat, and the greatest cowardice of people is not death, but precisely this loneliness.

For a few days, Zhang Yiyang's mouth was dry, and his lips were even chapped, and he tried several times, but found that he couldn't communicate with Ben in this tower, let alone evoke the Qiankun ring.

"What should I do? Can I just be trapped inside?"

Zhang Yiyang's voice was almost hoarse, he had thought about giving up, but he found that there was no way out, he even asked Hei Yuan, but the answer given to him by the other party was also unclear, and he was also beginning to regret why he no longer absorbed some so-called resentful spirits in the Xuan Tower.

Although Wu Zun can avoid hunger and fatigue, but it needs to be under the condition of having spiritual power to maintain all the functions of the body, in this confined space, there is no spiritual power, there is no food, so the rest is human willpower.

Lying in the gray desert, looking at the dim sky, Zhang Yiyang hesitated, obviously without fighting spirit, he shouted loudly, and even the echo disappeared between heaven and earth, empty, and his eyes were full of gray, almost making him collapse.

Gradually, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, yes, he was very tired, even if he wanted to move on, but in the end he couldn't fight his tired body, and passed out in the desert.

He slept for an unknown amount of time, as if centuries had passed, and in a dream in which he had a dream, in which he was exhausted, walking in the gray desert, disoriented, and he was crying, but no one answered him.

When he suddenly woke up, Zhang Yiyang rubbed his eyes, yes, it wasn't a dream, he was still in the barren desert, looking at the endless gray, walking alone.

"How long?"

"It's been a year!" Hei Yuan replied to Zhang Yiyang's question.

"What? It's been a year? How could it be, I just took a nap?"

"You can't be wrong, for the machine soul, I remember my recovery speed!"

Zhang Yiyang was finally moved, he just closed his eyes and a year passed, what does that mean? It shows that he will waste his whole life in this tower.

Although it didn't make him starve to death, mentally it had brought him to the brink of collapse, "What should I do?" he asked Kurobys.

The latter was silent for a while, and said for a long time: "I don't know what you should do, but I think that in this tower, it should be a test of the soul, no wonder no one can break into the ground pass, this is simply too difficult, there is no way to retreat, there is no way to advance!"

Hearing Hei Yuan's answer, Zhang Yiyang could only describe it as nonsense, then raised his pace, took another step, endured hunger, and looked at the flesh and blood that had been lost one by one, he felt that he was somewhat similar to the thin old man at this time.

Ten years have passed, he has not died, but only his last breath is left, his black hair has turned white, and he finds that without spiritual power, time has accelerated his years and deprives him of life.

But fortunately, there is a black abyss in the dantian who can communicate with him, which makes him persist until now, and Hei Yuan's perseverance for young people is also impressive, ten years for Hei Yuan, its strength has recovered most of it, but it has never wanted to fight back against the other party, and even it feels that such an idea is a little incredible.

"Hei Yuan! It's been so long, I guess your strength has recovered a lot! Now that I have no ability, I guess I'll die here soon, why don't you swallow the last trace of my soul power and leave!"

Zhang Yiyang's words were so shocking that even Hei Yuan didn't know how to answer.

After a long time, Hei Yuan said: "You think I don't want to, when I go out, you will be my sword slave!"

"Hehe... Heh, can we still get out?"

Zhang Yiyang's voice was a little lonely.

Ten years, if it were you, would you be able to hold on?